"What's the big deal? It's not worth much money. Just a white T-shirt and a little ink are enough." Wen Xi said with a smile.
"Thank you, Miss Wen. I'll add you on WeChat and send you the measurements later."
King Kong was beaming with joy when a cold voice sounded in the car.
"Secretary Kim."
"What do you want, President?"
"The salary the company gives you is not enough to buy a piece of clothing?"
"...Haha, what are you talking about, President?" Jin Gang was startled by He Tingyan's words and quickly suppressed his smile. "Enough to buy, enough to buy, of course it's enough to buy."
"So you still want little girls to give you clothes?"
King Kong: “…”
He Tingyan's tone was cold and sounded even scarier than when he told someone to get lost just now.
Wen Xi tried to smooth things over: "It's okay, that T-shirt is not worth much."
He Tingyan glanced at her and said coldly, "This is not a question of money."
Wen Xi: “…”
What's the problem?
But we are all fans of national treasures and just sharing some peripheral products.
I really don't know how I offended him again...
Is this guy going into menopause?
Forget it, boss, I can’t afford to offend you.
Wen Xi couldn't help but move closer to the window.
The two of them walked in silence until they reached the old house.
Zhuang Yi arrived early.
Standing next to him was Chizhou, who loved to join in the fun.
As soon as he saw He Tingyan's car, Zhuang Yi asked his men to run over with a stretcher.
King Kong hesitated on the phone and didn't say much in detail, only saying that the young painter had injured his foot.
Although He Tingyan was the same age as them, he was the calmest among those who grew up together and rarely asked him for help, so he intuitively felt that Wen Xi must be seriously injured.
So they drove the mobile medical vehicles equipped with top-notch equipment from their home hospital over.
Although he changed his career to become a director, he came from a top medical family and had always served as the He family's personal doctor, so his skills had not declined.
With these equipment, he can handle 80% of the injuries in the world.
Wen Xi, who was helped onto the stretcher, looked confused.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't be nervous. I'll have someone take a look at your injuries." He Tingyan calmly reassured her, then turned to look at his childhood friend, "I'll leave it to you."
"Don't worry."
Zhuang Yi walked into the mobile medical vehicle with a serious face.
"Come on, Brother Zhuang. There's no injury in this world that can't hurt you."
Chizhou ran outside the medical vehicle to cheer Zhuang Yi up.
5 minutes later.
Zhuang Yi came out of the car with a green face.
"He Er, are you sick? It's just a sprain. You've already taken care of it, so why did you call me here?"
"in case."
Seeing He Tingyan's self-righteous look, Zhuang Yi, who had always been as calm as a dead water, was almost angry to the point of internal injuries.
"What? Just a sprained ankle?" Chizhou's voice rose an octave after hearing the conversation between the two. "Hey, He Er, are you kidding us? It's just a sprained ankle. Is it necessary to make such a big deal out of it?"
"They called us urgently, saying we had to be here within half an hour. I thought it was a serious matter, but it turned out to be just a sprained ankle. Did you know we were having dinner with our beloved at the time?"
Thinking of the beauty's angry eyes, Chizhou felt a pain in his chest due to excitement.
The beauty is a rising star!
It's as fresh and juicy as the cabbages just out of the ground!
He glanced at Wen Xi who was getting out of the medical car, glared at He Tingyan and said, "He Er, you're so mean! This isn't the way to show off your affection. Do you think you're the only one who has a sweetheart?"
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